Marco hovered at the foot of my bed and I took comfort in his presence. He hadn’t left my side the entire night. I couldn’t ask for a better bodyguard.
I’d been so freaked out when Trent asked me for an autograph. If Marco hadn’t been there, I might’ve fallen apart.
I didn’t know how I found the strength to remain cool as a cucumber. Somehow, I managed to maintain my professional mask and continued to interact with my fans.
“I’m too tired to take a shower,” I told Marco. I kicked my shoes away and they landed with a thud on the floor.
“That’s fine. Scoot up. I’ll tuck you in bed.”
“I’m not a child,” I said with a snort.
Nonetheless, I slid further up in bed. Marco pulled the comforter over my body. I touched his arm, felt him tensing up.
Inviting him to sleep with me, genuinely just sleep, wouldn’t improve our situation.
I took a deep breath and said, “Thank you for being there. I wouldn’t know how to react in that situation.”
“You handled it just fine,” Marco said. “Not everyone could remain calm after that.”
Hearing him praise me, lifted my spirits.
“I’ll be right next door if you need me,” Marco said.
“Wait,” I blurted before he could leave my room. “Give me a goodnight kiss.”
Marco raised an eyebrow but he didn’t protest. He neared the bed. I was tempted to tug his shirt and pulled his mouth to mine but would that make me appear overeager?
Marco leaned over and brushed his lips over mine. I’d gotten myself drunk earlier tonight but after the incident with Trent, I was more sober than ever.
Marco didn’t give me a chaste kiss. He plundered my mouth, leaving me hungry for more. When he pulled away, I panted.
“What does this mean?” I demanded.
I didn’t understand him sometimes. Marco could be hot and cold but at this moment, I sensed things between us were about to change.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow. Rest up, Todd,” I told him.
Marco turned off the lights before he exited the room. I lay there in the darkness, certain I wouldn’t be able to get a wink of sleep tonight.
I had trouble sleeping lately. Nightmares plagued me. I didn’t know what Randy looked like, but he always took monstrous appearances in my dreams.
I was always his victim.
I shuddered and turned to my side. I pictured it was Marco lying next to me, Marco pulling me into a tight hug.
Begging him to stay in my room was a selfish request. Marco had already gone above and beyond for me by moving in with me until this threat was over.
I couldn’t ask him for anything more.
I closed my eyelids and to my surprise, began to drift off to sleep.
* * *
****
The arid taste of fear was fresh on my tongue as I jolted awake. Sweat coated my front and back.
The sheets lay tangled around me. Seeing the dark figure standing next to my bed, I let a scream.
Randy wasn’t going to take me that easily. I bolted out of bed and pounded my fists at him, only for familiar hands to grip my wrists.
“Todd, relax. It’s just me. I heard you yelling in your sleep,” Marco said.
I panted. All the bunched up muscles in my back unknotted. Marco released my hands and turned the light back on.
My Alpha was only wearing boxers, nothing more. Even half terrified out of my wits, I couldn’t help but admire how hot he looked half-dressed.
Marco shot me a look of concern.
“I’ll get you a glass of water.” Marco offered.
Marco turned towards the door but I didn’t want to stay put. The nightmare remained fresh in my head and Marco was the solid and comforting anchor I clung to.
I followed him to the kitchen. Once he filled the glass with water, he didn’t seem surprised I was there. He handed the glass to me. I took a sip and tried to calm my nerves.
“This is ridiculous. I have no idea what Randy looks like and yet in my dreams, he continues to haunt me,” I said.
Realizing my hands were shaking, I set the glass down. Marco didn’t hesitate. He enveloped me into a fierce bear hug. It was as if the Alpha knew exactly what I needed.
I buried my face into the warmth of his chest. We stayed like that for a few moments until my heart stopped beating erratically.
“What can I do to help?” Marco asked.
He speared his fingers through my hair, started stroking me. I sort of liked that.
I lifted my head to look at him. “I don’t want to sleep alone.”
“I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep,” he said.
Marco didn’t make fun of me, didn’t tell me I was being childish for letting irrational fears get the better of me.
“Okay. Sounds good.”
We returned to my bedroom. Since I was all sweaty, I changed into a new shirt. When I looked back at my Alpha, I noticed he was watching me intently.
Marco sat on the armchair by the window. I crawled into the sheets and patted the space next to me.
“Please? The bed’s big enough for both of us?” I knew I was laying it thick but I didn’t care. “You won’t be able to do your job properly if you’re sleep-deprived.”
Marco grunted. He knew I made a good point.
“I promise I’ll keep my hands all to myself.”
Dang. I was flirting with him but it made me feel a lot better.
“Fine. I’m not worried about you getting handsy with me. It’s the other way around,” Marco said.
He slipped into bed. The mattress creaked at his additional weight.
“I like your kisses,” I told him bluntly. “But I prefer it if you did more.”
I touched his lips with two fingers and then the stubble on his jaw. I moved my hand lower, brushing against his hard pectorals, his ribs, his sick pack abs.
I was about to reach for the hem of his boxers but he caught my fingers. Marco let out a low and warning growl, like an animal.
At that moment, he looked completely predatory.
I gasped when he turned the tables on me. Marco rolled on top of me and pinned my arms above my head.
“You sure to want to play this game, Omega?” He asked in a deep and rough voice that sent tingles down my spine.
“You made me wait,” I whispered. “I can’t go slow and easy with you.”
“Me neither.”
My heart thumped at those words. Marco’s mouth crashed with mine. He thrust heat down my throat, making my toes curl.
I parted my lips a little wider, only for the Alpha to deepen his kiss. My dick thickened against my boxers, begging for release.
My mind felt like it was full of cobwebs when I woke up, but now, it was filled with razor-sharp clarity.
I wanted this Alpha with every fiber of my being. No one else.
When Marco released me from the kiss, I whispered, “Make me yours.”
Marco didn’t tell me this was a bad idea. It seemed he was sick of waiting around, too. Marco released my arms and left kisses down the side of my neck, my collarbones.
He left a path of tiny bites down my chest. He took one flat nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making me moan.
The Alpha continued his assault of pleasure. Marco nipped his way down my ribs, my stomach. He gripped my boxers and with one tug, the fabric ripped.